Gimme a bitch that speaks Drowish and smokes weedA woman to smoke me at Magic: the GatheringA girl that bares resemblance to a certain type of actress that appears in pornographics and in wet dreams on my mattressGimme a bitch that speaks Drowish and smokes weedwho rolls her d-twenty, ever so slowly At times I fantasize about her Valkyrie-like thighs And as I quote The Family Guy I'll be her Vincent ValentineGimme a bitch that speaks Drowish and smokes weedLikes mecha and Blue Seed, knows what a nerd needsShe rules my Kingdom Heart whether together or apart the happy end to my flow chart if I could only press restartGimme a bitch that speaks Drowish and smokes weedWho dresses like Chun Li, is loyal like TrixieShe cannot be replaced I close my eyes and see her faceAnd now she's gone without a trace Apollo to her Kara ThraceWhen the night wind softly blowsThrough my open windowAnd I start to rememberThe girl that brought me joy

Enough time has passed, the memory cacheHas emptied, overwritten, put you square in my pastAnd yet the echoes in my registry remainThe Samus Aran cutting deep into my Mother BrainWe used to be a duo just like Smart and 99Catch me clownin', smack my head and send a chill down my spineYou brought the brains, I brought the muscle like your pet WolverineTurned you away just like a fool and that's how I lost my JeanSteal my scenes with wit and beauty, that's my ego's concernPetty, jealous like Iago, never waited my turnAnd you were patient like a Saint, I just had devils to burnLike Howard Hughes I lost my mind and lost my Katherine HepburnSo I lament like Cloud for Aeris, carry guilt like a big swordCuts like a masamune straight to my crisis coreCold to hot, Jack to Johnny, burned my bridges in spiteIt ain't right, it's what I earned, so I'm no longer your knightWhen the night wind softly blowsThrough my open windowAnd I start to rememberThe girl that brought me joy

Looking for that ingénue, the Yorda to my IcoKeep her safe from shadows, know they’re mostly my ownCan she match my everlasting fountain of devotion?Float within this Star Ocean, drinking deep of my potionDoesn't matter, never will, just like Poe I am hauntedCoulda, woulda, shoulda, loved you more like you wantedTrying substitutes to you is trading sugar for saltGrand theft romance San Andreas cause I'm always at faultPhantom photo frames are fatal now with emptiness Under duress I hold auditions for a second princessFresh eyes, false smile, and I'm sadly unmovedLacking lust I look at ladies – all I think of is youLike a paladin questing for a grail I once heldLost my heart to El Dorado, got no new tale to tellThis knave is left lamenting images of his queenHaloed by your Facebook updates on an LED screen

When the night wind softly blowsThrough my open windowAnd I start to rememberThe girl that brought me joy

Gimme a bitch that speaks Drowish and smokes weedA woman to smoke me at Magic: the GatheringA girl that bares resemblance to a certain type of actress that appears in pornographics and in wet dreams on my mattressGimme a bitch that speaks Drowish and smokes weedwho rolls her d-twenty, ever so slowly At times I fantasize about her Valkyrie-like thighs And as I quote The Family Guy I'll be her Vincent ValentineGimme a bitch that speaks Drowish and smokes weedLikes mecha and Blue Seed, knows what a nerd needsShe rules my Kingdom Heart whether together or apart the happy end to my flow chart if I could only press restartGimme a bitch that speaks Drowish and smokes weedWho dresses like Chun Li, is loyal like TrixieShe cannot be replaced I close my eyes and see her faceAnd now she's gone without a trace...